My group of girl friends (that I have known for the past 12 years and have been getting together with for the past 9 1/2) sat at our Girls' Night Out and recounted how our lives did not turn out how we expected.
Almost ten years ago, when we first started getting together, two out of the four of us were newlyweds, one was still single, and one had a young family.
Now three out of the four of us are divorced.
Within that ten year span, we have experienced miscarriages, infertility, adoption, births of babies, infidelity, divorces, dating, children getting pregnant, getting married again, etc... the list seems to go on and on and on.
We have had talks of wedding planning, marriage advice, sex, having babies, breastfeeding, child rearing, men, cheating, the best divorce lawyers, which counselor to see, who we are dating, who we wished we were dating, the things we are looking for in a man, sex, sex, and more sex.
We have laughed and cried.
We have done more crying than we thought we ever would.
We have learned to make each other laugh when our lives seemed to be crumbling around us.
We have leaned on each other when we knew we couldn't be honest with anyone else for fear of judgement.
It's been a long rough road.
We decided that it was a good thing that our former selves didn't know what path lie ahead of them.
We knew that we may not have wanted to go on this journey had we known.
But we are glad that our friendship has endured through it all